It's the last song from the first act of the musical Pacific Overtures by Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman. Without going too deep into context, the song is about the fragmentary nature in which history is recorded.
I dunno brah, that famous illustration certainly scared the crap out of me when I first saw it at age 7 in a magazine targeted at pre-teen readers. For whatever reason, said publication regularly featured a page or two dedicated to cryptids and other occult/paranormal topics. In contrast to the rest of the magazine and its colorful 1990s design, this section was always in black and white (white text on a black background) and written in a dead serious tone.I like it because it looks very stupid.
"I whooped..Batman's AAAAASSS!"I'm the ghost of the greatest musician of the 20th century, boo.
You should shoop in a cover of XXL or The Source to that book he's holding. Probably XXL, it's more noticeable at a distance.Just a play on words of the Magic: the Gathering card Demonic Tutor.
As if by fate the 3 letter acronym ends up being EBT, which is basically a food stamp credit card here in the states.
The idea of selling one's soul to learn proper Ebonics amuses me as well.
Tim Pool?I like beanies